Bobby’s phone rings every time his dad tweets? Friday nights are pretty rough when Wildcat drinks himself into a stupor and starts tweeting general complaints about everything. Bobby would be well advised to block @Wildcat_Maris_No_Relation_To_Roger (forgive me, I don’t know how Twitter works) or put his phone on silent at least.
Once Wildcat gets past the point where he can tweet coherently, he starts drunk dialing. Deke must be desperate to talk to someone if he picked up for Wildcat.
Milford travels to Minnesota, Kansas or Iowa to take on the mighty Plainsmen, Dragons or Tigers. (When I first looked at the opponent, I thought the opponent might be Belle Glade, a small Florida school, technically Glades Central, that dominated it’s class in the state and churns out college and pro players like some kind of factory. Milford would probably get torn to shreds, not to mention have to travel all the way to the southern part of Florida. But no it’s Belle Plaine, some generic sounding place that manages to replicate itself in three different mid western states, none of which are noteworthy for much of anything, football or otherwise. Sorry small town mid-westerners, don’t take it personally.)
On to the game action! Azal Jaddou pukes on his holder after missing another kick. He missed a kick or he’s struggling in some way. Maybe he put his helmet on backwards and he’s struggling to pull it off but its stuck and the rest of the team look on while he tries twisting and tugging to pop the lid off his head. Where are you Brody Abro? Did you bring your radioactive bowling ball to Minnesota?
Ouch! An injury to Jaden Harris, tackled low by Opponent. Marty sees this from his booth, wherever it is, broadcasting to somebody, maybe. The season sinks lower into the dumper.